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When Life Becomes Nothing
Contributed by
dark_angel111
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Tuesday, 20th January 2009 @ 09:23:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Today is the same as yesterday
& tomorrow I guess will be the same all over again
Why can't I feel the days??
Why can't I break my paper chains??
When life becomes nothing
& there's nothing I can do
& all my life becomes senseless waiting
Flames burning inside my veins that even ice can't cool
A starry night is all I live for
To be noticed in a stranger's shadow is all I crave
& I settle for having nothing, not wanting anything more
& from myself I wish somebody can pull me, can save
I scream all my spirit in a whisper
That dies in my throat
Not dead, but sure feels like I am
& in my hand I won't let go of that suicide note
Hanging between painful past & fearful future
Though I hate it, I won't take off my disappearance coat
My soul is long gone
Leaving my body numb
I hate happiness, I hate myself, I hate the sun
Moments outside myself
I know I'd kill for some
My dead heart won't stop beating
My tears so useless
Everything around me is fading
Except pain by my own will- is still growing
Is it the world's fault??
Or am I the reason??
Till I find the answer
I'll keep on bleeding
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Re: When Life Becomes Nothing
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by Butterflyperfect on
Wednesday, 21st January 2009 @ 10:39:13 AM AEST
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My soul is long gone
Leaving my body numb
I hate happiness, I hate myself, I hate the sun...
Is it the world's fault??
Or am I the reason??
Till I find the answer
I'll keep on bleeding
these are my favorite parts... feelings that hold true to me sometimes when I feel like I can do nothing right.
Very deep, interesting write. |
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